Random Crud I write Out of Complete boredom.

Woosh!!

A/N
Okay, pleeeaaaasse don't judge me on this. It's something I wrote to satisfy you, the readers, because I'm kind and thoughtful and I love you all.
Remember, I wrote this really quickly.

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Black. All I could see was black. Even in this thick darkness, I could feel the presence of another. My eyes widen, my arms reaching around to grab something, touch a wall maybe.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

My breath stops suddenly and my skin prickles. The voice was deep, smooth and definitely male."Who's there?" I shout, my voice shaky with fear. "Answer me!"

No need to shout, I don't bite. I talk.

"Who are you? Where are you? Why is it dark?"

You can call me Michael. I'm right here.

"Why are the lights out?" I demand, saying it slightly quieter. The man chuckles. I shuddered.

I can turn them back on for you if you want?

The ligthts flicker on, dim at first but slowly gettings brighter. I'm in my room, on my bed. My head turns, looking for the man who's voice I can hear. Confused, I ask "Where are you?"

I'm inside your head.

"Jacob, who are you talking to?" My dad shouts from the lounge. "Just myself, I'm...doing it to boost my confidence?" I hear him tut, replying with a 'whatever'.

Nice save, Jacob. Wanna see some magic?

My curtains pull open and one of my old car toys rolls off the shelf and bounces off the TV stand. My wadrobe opens, and my full lengh mirror shows me sat on my bed with a young adult male sat cross legged behind me, brown hair and blue eyes, a hand rests on my shoulder. My head turns to look at Michael, but no one is behind me. When I turn back to the mirror, Michael's reflection shows him standing right in front of it.
Jacob. I am not a figment of your imagination, nor am I real.

The words sit in the front of my head for a while. The atmosphere is heavy. I pipe up. "I'm not sure what you mean, Michael." He laughs quietly, keeping locked eye contact with me. The mirror shows him walking over and ruffling my blonde hair. I can't feel it or see him.

Jacob, you created me with your lonelyness. I am not real or fake. You don't comprehend this, and that's okay.

A heavy sigh escapes my throat as I faceplant my pillows and close my eyes. "Michael, can you turn out the light?" I ask, a hint of exaustion in my tone.

Anything for you, Jacob.

Then it all goes black...

A/N
Another chapter dedicated to KlanceLover80, This person is probably my first fan, and they're encouraging people to read this book thing. I love you!!

I'll try to update as regular as I can. Most of these stories are just quickly written from scratch. I'll go ahead and call them Quick Creativity.

Thanks for putting up with me, you all deserve a gold star!

~ThreadTheNeedle.